(Two Englishmen, holding brandy snifters & cigars, are in a study talking)

Trevor: Oh, I say. Did I tell you that I was able to acquire a bottle of Chateau Layfette Rothschild just the other day ?

Basil: Yes, well I rather think that the bouquet is a bit overbearing and ostentatious don’t you ?

Trevor: Sorry old boy, but I have to disagree. It’s far superior to the "vinegar" you served at dinner last fortnight.

Basil: Oh, dear. Well, we seem to have come to an impasse.

Trevor: Shall we solve this in the traditional manner of gentlemen of our caliber ?

Basil: Yes, of course.

Trevor: Fine, then. (ahem) Yo mama is so fat, I had to take a train and two busses to get on her good side.

Basil: Oh, yes ? Well, Yo mama is so fat, she was sitting on a corner when a cop came by and told her to break it up.

Trevor: Yo mama is so fat, I stuck a flag in her ass and declared her an independent nation.

Basil: Yo mama is so stupid, she spent twenty minutes looking at an orange juice box because it said "concentrate".

Trevor: Yo mama is so stupid, she asked the operator for the number for 911.

Basil: Yo mama is so old, her social security number is "1".

Trevor: Yo mama is so old, she has Jesus’ pager number.

Basil: Well then, same time next week ?

Trevor: Yes, of course. (they toast)

[Blackout]